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Rae Mort Sep 2013
The clouds are grey, and the ocean’s crashing against the shore
It’s been raining for days; I’ve been losing myself in the downpour
The thunder’s rolling, beating like a drum to signal the oncoming war
I’ve been marching through the trenches; I’ve been shaken to the core
I look to the sky; ask myself what it is that I’ve been fighting for
Because since I’ve lost you nothing else really matters anymore
I’ve given up everything, nothing but an emptiness I’m trying to ignore
I know when this is all over I’ll be broken and ravaged and sore
But I’ll still stand tall, rise above all the blood and the gore
I’ll kiss away the pain, remind myself that I’ve been here before
Made a promise to myself, one that I’d never break, and I swore
Someday I’ll make it back to the shore.
Rae Mort Sep 2013
I want to feel your pulse against mine,
So our hearts can beat in time
The same rhythm on repeat
The tangle of our feet
With our fingers intertwined
I'll lose myself to you and not mind
Because your scent is my breath
And for your life, I'd gladly face my death
Because your love is worth more
Than what the rest of my life has in store
If I cannot spend it with you.
Rae Mort Sep 2013
All I wanted
When I was a little girl
Was a strong jaw
And a steely stare
Grew up thinking
That's what it took
To face the world
Unblinking, unafraid
Strong enough
To do everything alone
But I look at myself now
Scarred and hard
Cold like ice
A storm raging on
Inside my head
And I think
Maybe I should've waited
Just a little bit longer
To grow up.
I basically predicted Frozen.
Rae Mort Sep 2013
Mark me, bite me, do anything you want
When it comes to love and lust you’re a natural born savant
Your teeth on my skin
Your nails digging in
Your lips, in that grin
Are filthier than sin
And by the time you’re through
I’ll forget I ever knew
Anything other than your name.
Rae Mort Sep 2013
Expose me like a raw nerve
Inflict me with the pain I deserve
Hit me again, hear me beg and scream
Spit in my face, say I'm as weak as I seem
Throw me against the wall, as hard as you dare
Keep kicking me on the ground, pull my clothes and my hair
Beat me until I'm a bleeding mess
Try to make me feel like I am less
But in the end, when my breathes are rasps
And my lungs are about to collapse
When my vision grows dark and my world begins to fade
I won't be the coward hiding behind a charade
I won't be the one consumed in bitter hate
I won't be regretting things once it’s too late

— The End —